Lyrics trashed exes - Of Montreal

trashed exes

The problem is a different girl, an Athenian beach­goth
We have so much to live for but living is not one of your talents
You you were just slumming it with me, you faked it, i was your slum
Now i can’t even talk to you, easy rider see whatcha done done
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, l’appel du vide of your trashed exes
I felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry
I saw our withering and thought «how romantic»
I saw our withering and thought «i'm glad»
Did you really try to love me?
that doesn’t sound like you
No not you
Now that i am dispossessed i feel almost happy
Happy that i no longer have to be the prey of your syndrome
I do miss the corybantic wilds of our furious and awful love
I was ready to share everything oh honey what was i thinking of?
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, i met the plague
I felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry
I saw our withering and thought «nothing tragic»
I saw our withering and thought «good, i’m glad»
Did i really try to love you?
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, l’appel du vide of your trashed exes
I felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry
I saw our withering and thought «how romantic»
I saw our withering and thought «i'm glad»
Did you really try to love me?
that doesn’t sound like you
No not you